Chapter 7: The water of the Blue Creek is disgusting

The old things are like smoke, the past is like clouds, and the lovesickness is like snow.

Life lives up to lovesickness, lovesickness is negative, a lifetime of lovesickness.

Silent and crazy in his life, sparse and crazy, and crazy in his life.

Verse 1: Sword Immortal

"Picking jade and picking jade must be blue, and the stone is lustful.

The old man is hungry and cold, and the blue stream is not innocent.

The night rain eats the seeds, and the cuckoo tears the old man.

The water of the blue stream is disgusted with the living, and the body has died for thousands of years and hates the stream.

The wind and rain of the oblique cedar cypress are howling, and the rope at the foot of the spring is green.

The village is cold and the white house is a delicate baby, and the ancient Tai stone is a hanging intestine grass. ”

——Tang Li He, "The Old Husband's Song of Picking Jade"

He put his fingers on the hole and let the wind wrinkle and waves. A song "Old Man Picking Jade Song" is in this mountain, and it is full of joy. The stream murmured along the mountain stream, and the sound of the flute whimpered against the long wind, and he just stood in a daze, as if it had been a thousand years.

Whether he is a poet who records legends, or a singer who sings, or a traveler who listens to stories?

No matter what it is, the only thing that can be known is that this bleak sound of the flute brings people only sad memories and the eternal past that echoes in the flow of memory.

It was an anonymous era, and it was a scene where there was no need to distinguish dynasties.

Jade, jade, endless jade. When the green silk becomes gorgeous, when the young man becomes an old man, he picks jade, picks jade, and is still picking jade.

The wind, blowing fiercely, was like the angry roar of the overseer, and the rain, falling wildly, was like the merciless whipping of a leather whip.

The rickety back feeds on hazelnuts, and the old eye sockets are filled with blood and tears.

They spent their lives gathering water just to carve it into jewelry for noble ladies to decorate their faces. Life is in Lanxi, life is not up to him, death is not up to him.

It is as if the blue stream hates the living and will surely kill them, and those who die miserably will not be able to get rid of their resentment against the stream after a thousand years.

How ironic.

He paused, and so did the sound of the flute. He seemed to remember something, and smiled slightly wryly.

The water of Lanxi is disgusted with the living, and he has hated the stream for thousands of years. Are those who died under his long flute still hate him a thousand years later?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But in any case, how can this ending change?

The farmer picks jade and eventually dies in the stream.

Pedestrians in the rivers and lakes are buried in the rivers and lakes.

He was thirty-five or sixteen years old, he was dressed in a robe with large sleeves, he was lying on his back, with a long, sheathed sword in the crook of his left arm.

The sword is quaint, but also elegant.

The simplicity is because of the sword itself, there are no fancy ornaments on the sword body, nor any bright colors, only a faint fragrance from sandalwood, only a bunch of chrysanthemum-yellow sword spikes tied at the end of the hilt.

Obviously, elegance is also because of the sword itself.

This sword has a very special name, called: "Drunken Sun". Like its owner, it loves wine and beautiful people. At this moment, he stuffed the gourd mouth in his right hand into his mouth again, and the whale took a big sip of wine, and then: "I am from Emei Imperial Sword Immortal, and the clouds are like smoke." Bring it and stuff a pot of wine, drunk pillow and slanting sun. Hehe, hurry, hurry!"

He took another sip, then put down the gourd, and quietly looked into the distance, the fields were endless, and the distant mountains looked like splashed ink.

Not far in front of him, a young man was practicing his sword.

The sword danced very quickly, swinging so fast that it was too fast to see the blade, and the sword moves were so subtle that even the air was suffocated. But he didn't care. His eyes seem to have only mountains, only green, only sky, and only wine.

While the boy was practicing his sword, he was also paying attention to his expression. His kind of silence, that kind of tranquility, made the young man very unwilling.

The boy was very handsome: a pointed chin, white cheeks, long eyebrows, bright eyes, and a strand of long hair on the sideburns, which rose in the wind from time to time. It is the young man who is like a jade sword and a rainbow, and he beat Wei Gao and defeated Pan Song. And he is also so handsome that he can't do it, so handsome that thousands of girls are obsessed with it. Their beauty is four or five points similar, the young handsome with a hint of arrogance, a touch of pretentiousness, and his handsome with a sense of depression, a kind of maturity.

Suddenly, the tip of the young man's sword burst out with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and the green steel long sword stabbed in two moves in succession, splitting out two sword qi, and the long sword was followed by the sword qi, stabbing out violently, and there were three qi in one sword. And the most surprising thing is that the tip of the blue steel long sword pointed at him who was lying on the grass!

The boy was going to kill him!? No, he was just trying to get his attention.

The sword went like a meteor, and it was about to stab him in the throat in an instant. His sword was still in the crook of his arm, and he had no intention of drawing it. The young man was stunned, he wanted to put away the sword, but the sword momentum was too fast, and he couldn't control it!

At this moment, the gourd in his hand suddenly popped into his arms, and the index and middle fingers of his outstretched right hand were closed one by one, clamping the sword surface of the long sword. The young man's mouth shook suddenly, and he couldn't hold the long sword, and he took it away when he landed.

"Uncle, are you alright?" the boy was a little frightened.

Only then did he come back to his senses, glanced at him, and then threw back the long sword he had snatched to him, and said lightly: "Xiao'er, your move 'Qingfeng Three Stacks' combines the three sword qi into one, although it is very powerful, but if it encounters a master, it is often difficult to work." Why? Because the main thing is to receive, not to release. You put too much and used too much force, so that you can't control yourself, how can you hurt people with sword moves that you can't control?"

He paused for a moment, and then said: "This kind of swordsmanship can't help the 'lone wolf'." ”

"Uncle has taught me a lesson, and my nephew has practiced it. The young man twisted a sword trick and was about to take out the sword, but he heard him say again: "Xiao'er, the swordsmanship of the Emei faction is known for its exquisite moves. I watch you practice swordsmanship today, more than ruthless and not enough delicate, which is a taboo in Emei swordsmanship. Emei has always started with Buddhism, and practiced its swordsmanship, focusing on no desire and no desire. You are so eager for quick success, you can't learn its essence. ”

The boy listened quietly, biting his lip stubbornly. After he finished speaking, he said: "Uncle taught me, but my nephew is always unwilling, and I implore my uncle to teach the 'Golden Top Supreme Secret'!"

He was stunned, and finally turned his head, stared at the young man, and muttered, "You want to learn the 'Golden Top Supreme Technique'!?"

The boy nodded vigorously.

"Well, you're only nineteen years old. I think it was when I was twenty-four years old that Master taught me the 'Golden Peak Supreme Technique'. He seemed to be reminiscing, and he seemed to just sigh: "You are five years faster than me." ”

"Uncle, I'm ......" The young man's expression was a little embarrassed and a little worried. He was afraid that he would not pass on the "Golden Top Supreme Technique" to him, because he knew that this internal strength method was the secret of the supreme supreme of the Emei Sect.

He was silent for a long time, and finally agreed to the young man. Not only because he is his nephew and his heir, but also because of the sword in his hand, but also because he deeply feels that he has been sorry for the father of this child.

"Xiao'er, I can teach you the mental formula of the 'Golden Peak Supreme Formula', but you have to promise me that after practicing every day, you must meditate for an hour and release your body and mind to a state where there is no desire and no desire. He sighed and explained: "Although this 'Golden Peak Supreme Secret' is the internal strength of Buddhism, it is extremely domineering, and if you don't use Buddhism to resolve your anger, it is very easy to hurt your internal organs. Therefore, this internal martial arts method is rarely passed on to lay disciples. ”

The young man nodded hurriedly, and immediately knelt in front of him and said, "Nephew must abide by it!"

He sat up straight, nodded, and reached out to help him up. He took the Death Sword from the young man's hand and said meaningfully: "Xiao'er, do you know why your master and uncle handed over the Death Sword to you?"

The young man already knew about this sword when he took it, but when he heard him ask at this moment, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Uncle Shi's meaning seems to be that he wants his nephew to take over the position of elder of the Emei faction in the future." ”

"Not bad. The sword of the dead sun is not passed on to the next generation of leaders, it is passed on to the next generation of elders, and the head of Emei does not pass on to lay disciples, but the elders are not separated from the family at home. He continued: "Senior brother has a good eye for you, not because you are my nephew, but because you are diligent and studious, outstanding, and your martial arts are unmatched in the younger generation. He was relieved: "I hope you don't live up to his expectations." ”

The boy promised. He passed on the mantra of "Golden Top Supreme" to him, and the young man happily memorized it with his heart. When the teenagers are all familiar with it, the sun has set westward.

He took a long breath, took a sip of wine, and suddenly asked, "Xiao'er, did you have an eyebrow about what I asked you to check last time?"

"Yes. The child inquired in many ways, and it was expected to be the Xuanyuan Mountain that was left behind. The young man replied: "Chen Liuren is mostly ghostly, and no one dares to go up to that Xuanyuan Mountain, so it can be seen that there must be something strange on the mountain." ”

He nodded, drank all the wine in the gourd, and then said, "I'm going to go to Chenliu to inquire in person, and you can practice by yourself." The young man asked curiously, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

He stood up, just like a jade tree facing the wind.

"Xiao'er, do you know who are the first-class people in the rivers and lakes today?" he seemed to answer the question. The young man thought for a while and replied: "The child once heard the master say that the Zhizong sect 'Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng' made a martial arts Yuedan evaluation, and evaluated the world's martial arts masters, and listed the seven people with the highest martial arts as the seven uniques, and my uncle was one of them. ”

"You're wrong. Bai Xiaosheng's evaluation of the Seven Absolute is not because these seven people have the highest martial arts. Rather, it lies in the uniqueness of each of their skills, which can be called a must. Qi, sword, needle, finger, gun, knife, palm, hum, maybe it's the first skill, maybe it's not. There are many first-class characters on the rivers and lakes, such as the three saints of Kunlun, the elders of the Shaolin Luohan Hall, the Dharma Hall, the Jinyi Wei Wubiao under Wei Zhongxian, the Huashan 'Cangjian Qingfeng' Gu Xun, the Huangshan 'first-line sky' Cao Shi, and the Hengshan 'Zhongzhou Sword' Xiahou Kun, etc., all of which are the first-class characters on the rivers and lakes today. ”

His expression was solemn, and he gently stroked "Drunken Yang" and said: "And in terms of swordsmanship alone, Kunlun's Sword Saint Yang Muyun, Huashan's Gu Xun, and Hengshan's Xiahou Kun are all qualified to compete with me for the title of 'the second sword in the world'." ”

"The second sword in the world?" the young man seemed to be a little incomprehensible.

"Wow!" Drunken Yang Sword sheath inserted into the soil, he looked at the young man, and said with a slight smile: "Others call me 'Sword Immortal', Bai Xiaosheng evaluates me as 'Sword Peer', but I call myself the second sword in the world, do you know why?"

That must be my uncle's humble words. ”

"Wrong. Yin Lianfeng is never arrogant, but he is not arrogant. ”

"Hmph. He held the handle of "Drunken Sun" and sighed: "Because it is the first in the world, someone has already occupied it." I, the 'Sword Immortal', am just mortal, and that person is the real Immortal of the Sword. If he is still alive, we people can only be the second in the world at most. ”

"Who is that person?" asked the young man, incredulously.

He set his eyes on the distance, the distant mountains like daisies, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

"That person is the person I'm looking for. ”